I never thought it would happen. I always assumed that my blood would be thick and that the temperatures Southern Californians referred to as "cold" would always feel nice and refreshing. I was wrong. I have all the windows open today. There's a storm blowing through. My thermostat says 75 and I'm ALMOST cold. Not quite, but almost. My kids are curled up on the couch in their blankets watching "Fraggle Rock" (I love Netflix) and I'm sitting by the open door contemplating putting on long sleeves and pants. I've become... one of them. What will our trip to Idaho be like in November?? I'm gonna freeze my tail off! Hmm... well, maybe it will be a good excuse to buy one of these super cute sweaters from Old Navy or Kohls!